The honest Octava (Open)

Rita yawned as she rested the back of her body against a wall, sitting comfortably in a wide window seat. It was rather large, with three panels of transparent glass to the left of her body. They were a soft blue tone, making the entire, massive room glow light blue. She looked out the window, observing many Arrancar walk around and chat. She had her rooms specifically modified to fit her needs, which included many open windows and modern decor. The walls of the room weren't even walls, but simply massive panels of stained blue glass. At night or when she desired privacy, she would lower the pure white window shutters. Rita somewhat liked her room, while it was still her own personal spot it was still very open and pleasant. The ceiling was fit with a skylight, though it was usually covered up with a horizontal metal shutter.

Many delicate lights hung from the angles of the skylight, and 4 bookcases stocked with all sorts of books lined the wide hallway that lead straight to her room. Rita was still lounging in the window seat, reading a book about fairy tales and legends. Numerous abstract shaped ponds sat in the room, all filled with huge amounts of tiny pebbles. Since there was no water in Los Noches, or Hueco Mundo for that matter, she couldn't have any real ponds. It disappointed her a slight bit, as that was soemthing she loved about the Human World. All the colors and the varied environments were appealing to the eyes. She continued to read her book, longing slightly for a cup of tea. A few voices were heard outside her open door, probably just the Arrancar walking by. She closed her deep brown eyes, reclining her head against the wall. She was much more tired than she thought herself to be.

Vlad was walking the halls of Las Noches again, something he did quite frequently, and he had headed in the direction of the new Octava's room. He had met her once before, out in the dessert of Heuco Mundo, though he doubted that she would remember him. He remembered her, as he never forgot a face, especially a female one.

He was headed off t pay her a little visit, since he had not seen her since the day in the dessert he thought it was overdue. He smirked lightly as he turned the crner leading to Rita's room, when he was bumped into by a random Numero. Vlad scowled at him and sighed. "Watch where you are going next time, you may not bump into the type of to left you off s easily."

The Numero nodded and quickly scurried off, and Vlad snickered and shook his head lightly, walking up to Rita's room. He knocked on the open door frame, before taking a step inside. "Hello? Anybody home?" He called in, wondering if Rita was there.

Rita yawned, sweeping a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. She was more focused on reading her most favorite fiary tale, the story of Red Riding Hood. She much preferred it to the other tales, not that she didn't like the others. Just, most disappointed her. It would always end in the female having to be rescued from impending doom, while the oh so heroic male stormed in and saved the day. She shook her head, continuing to read the fairy tales. Her face then quickly turned towards the door, hearing what sounded like a scuffle or argument.

It abruptly stopped, and with that Rita heard the gentle click of her door opening. Her long, thin fingers flew to the corner of the box, folding the page over to save her spot. Rita leaped to her feet, her arm limply laying at her side with the leather bound book in hand. As she entered the curved hallway, she slipped the book into a spot on a bookcase. It fit perfectly, as Rita always remembered where she had removed her books. Rita blinked, slowly her pace as a voice rang through the hallway, asking if anybody was present. it sounded slightly familiar to her, though she couldn't remember who it belonged to.

As she rounded the corner, Rita came face to face with the voice. And she remembered him very well. "Shark-san...I mean, Vladimir-san?" Rita asked slightly confused. That was his name, right? Oh she didn't even remember. Thugh his unnerving teeth she could recall anytime. Never in her entiire life had she seen someone with such odd teeth. Rita used one hand to sweep most of her blonde hair across her shoulder, smiling slightly. She was wearing a lengthy white and black blouse that ended just above her knees, with a fitted collar.

White capri pants with black trim covered her torso and upper legs, ending a inch or two under the knees. Despite the fact she was wearing pale geta sandals, they made no loud clicking sound as she walked up to Vladimir. "Nice to see you again...." She said faintly, almost as if her mind was in another place. Her dark brown eyes looked a bit glazed over, but her attention shortly returned back to the matter at hand as she yawned. Her eyes peered back at Vladimir with a slightly lazy and definitely mischievous smile. "What brings you here, to my humble chambers?" She asked.

Vlad smirked as Rita came into view, first calling him a interesting little nickname, before using his actual name. Hello Rita. How are you doing?" He asked pleasantly, licking his kips as he smiled hungrily at her. He watched her sweep her hair from her face and smiled, taking a step forward.

He bowed to Rita, and nodded when she said it was nice t see him again. "A pleasure to see you again, alive and well." He said, smiling at her, a large shark toothed smile. He had his dice still in his left, as he always did, and he clasped his and tighter over them, before loosening his grip, seemingly unable to make up his mind on something.

Vlad sighed slightly, still smiling hungrily at Rita, needing to have her, unlike the last time when he had been unable to, because of the company they had received. He smiled at her, and was tempted to tell her the reason he was here was for her, but that may not have been received well. "I'm only here to visit, It's been quite some time since last we saw each other, and I was only wondering how you were settling in." He replied, a warm smile on his face. His gray eyes containing his hunger for Rita, his possessive need for her.

Rita continued to direct her small, charmed smile towards Vladimir. As he asked how she was doing. "Oh, i'm quite well. just getting used to being in las Noches again......being in the Espada again...." Rita said clearly at first, mumbling the last part quietly. She didn't notice him taking a step closer to her and simply stood in the same spot, her hands on her hips. She didn't even see him lick his lips. it was true, it had been such a long time since she had resided within' Las Noches.

She looked upon those days with mystery and horror, mystery because some fo the memories from that time had faded, and horror because of her actions. She never wanted to repeat those days and those actions, and hoped her current time in Las Noches would be much more peaceful. She deep into Vladimir's gray eyes, wondering if he was one of those individual that were always so lustful for combat, and for bloodshed. Goosebumps appeared on her soft skin as she tryed to brush them way, running her hand up and down each arm.

They eventually disappeared and she sighed, reassuring herself that she had nothing to worry about. "Mmhmm, same goes for you Vladimir-san, though if I do say so myself, it's been quite a while since I last saw you.....in the desert..." Rita added, wondering what happened to Chaos, her old acquaintance. Was he dead? Surely he couldn't have been, though if he had indeed perished it was quite saddening. Hopefully the young boy had received some kind of peace, he seemed as if he deserved it. Even if it meant going to the Soul Society.

Rita changed the topic of her mind, refocusing on Vladimir. She was oblivious to that hungry stare and lustful smile that was directed straight at her. She had no knowledge of his desires, instead she simply treated him with respect and courtesy. She nodded as he said he was here to visit her, wondering how well she had adapted to Las Noches. Her head tilted to the side, smiling innocently at Vladimir. "That's very polite of you, Vladimir-san...." She said softly, still as innocent and charming as usual. Rita yawned, noticing they were still standing at the base of the hallway.

She looked back to Vladimir and gently closed the door behind him. "Well, why don't you come in? I don't have much to do right now, and I could always make some tea..." She calmly explained, turning her back to Vladimir. She hoped he would follow her and didn't take the gesture as rude, she just found it much more open and pleasant in her actual chambers. The hall was a tiny bit narrow, meaning that she would have to lead and Vlad would follow behind her. She sighed, looking back at Vladimir. "So....is it nicer here in Las Noches? It looks much more.....pretty, then it did last time I was here..." Rita murmured, laughing slightly at the end of her sentence.

Vlad listened to Rita's reply, and frowned ever-so-slightly as she mumbled something at the end. She obviously didn't want him to hear her, but that only made him want to know more. He doubted it was anything to do with him, but it was still killing him not to know, he was greedy like that, wanting to know everything. He tilted his head to the side as she began to rub her arms, not knowing the reason why.

He sighed, as she mentioned the dessert. "Ah yes, the dessert with Chaos and Luna. Though unlike last time I won't be in such a hurry to leave, Nothing important to do today, other than visiting with you." He said, trying his best to be polite, and yet, trying to get across his need for her, without direct saying it.

Vlad smiled as she called him polite, and turned his head to follow her, as she closed the door behind him. "Some tea would be nice, very nice." Vlad commented, following Rita inside. He understood why she turned, heading deeper into her rooms, hopefully into a wider area. He heard her question on Las noches, and nodded though she probably didn't notice, as she was in front of him.

"Indeed, no need to worry about anything really, live better, more company. Anything you could need." He said, and smiled, hinting subtly about his need for Rita, his want for her.

Rita yawned and nodded as Vlad talked further about the meeting in the desert. "Mmhhmm, how is Luna, and Chaos? More importantly, Vladimir-san.....how are you?" Rita questioned. She turned her face slightly, a small friendly smirk on her lips. Her eyes were narrowed slightly, almost as if she was planning to toy with the man. Though, Rita being the innocent anger she was, had no such intentions. Her lovely hips swayed back and forth, as if she was moving to some invisible rythym. The corridor was a bit dark, but there was a dim light at the end of this tunnel. Bookcases covered any sign of a wall, though it was obviously there. On the spines of each book, almost all where fairy tales or legends.

Maybe some mythology here and there. It was clear she was an avid reader, a fan of fiction and lore. She smiled brightly as the corridor finally begn to widen, until eventually they reached the dimmed light and the hall was now very wide. It looked slightly like a waiting room, but shaped like an inverted traingle. Some seats were near the final door, along with more bookcases. Rita turned around, her hands behind her yet on the door knob as she smiled at Vladimir. "Don't be alarmed if the room seems too bright at first....it takes a bit of getting used too..." Rita explained, refrencing to how the corridor and even the small room was so dark, that the bright light would often be taken as a surprise. She turned back around, twisting the door knob gently as white light spilled in.

Rita held the door open for Vladimir as she strode into the rather large room. It was in the shape of a massive rectangle, and most of the sides were blue tinted windows. the ceiling was very far up, and the previously mentioned white light was shining down from the skylight. Around 5 feet in front of Rita, the floor lowered two feet. There were small steps all around the edges of the lowered area, of course. In the center of the room was a few sofas along with around two large coffee table. There was a small area for brewing tea in the left corner of the room. In the right corner was a large bed, the blankets and pillows all ruffled. It was obviously were Rita slept, as she had never gotten used to making beds.

The entire room was pure, pristine white. The furniture, the floor, the ceiling. Even the tea pots were white. She giggles and looked back at Vladimir. "Your welcome to sit anywhere you please, Vladimir-san." Rita called out, running over to the corner of the room to heat up some tea. After doing so, she ran over to the center of the room and down the steps, sitting on one of the couches lazily. She smiled as Vlad said that Las Noches was much nicer, noting the parts about having company, no worries, better living. "Ah, well that's good. I was kinda worried about coming back.....didn't know if people would accept a former..." She murmured, sounding a bit hurt.

Vlad's brow creased, trying to remember the last time he had seen Chaos, come to think of it it was that day in the dessert. Luna he had seen a bit more recently, and she had seemed fine. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Chaos is dead to my knowledge. Luna is fine though." He said, his face an appropriate degree of sad. He had yet to answer how he himself was and smiled again. "And I am fine as well. Though, how are you?"

Vlad casually glanced at the books on the numerous shelves as they passed, noting that most were fairy tales, or fantasy stories, things that are not real. He himself had quite a collection of literature, though it was quite a bit more... erratic, many different styles of writing, fiction, biographies, books on the study of this or that subject, horror novels, love stories, but mostly science fiction. Vlad glanced from one of the books he had been studying to Rita's face as she issued a warning about the next room.

Vlad nodded once, as she opened the door, and he squinted past the light, and he stepped inside. He looked around at the rather spacious room in evident approval, especially enjoying the sunken seating area. He glanced at Rita as she told him he could sit wherever he liked, and he proceeded over to one of the couch's plopping himself down onto it's surface.

Vlad smiled at Rita as she sat down, after starting the preparations for tea. When she spoke of worrying about not being accepted back he snickered. "No one will care, so long as you are powerful enough to hold your rank you shall be fine." He said, a smile upon his face, his eyes still holding their same hungry gleam. He licked his rapidly drying lips as he looked over to the area where the tea was being made, hoping it would be ready soon.

As Rita curled up on the couch, she payed attention to Sharkys' words. Rita wrapped her arms and legs around a massive pillow like she was snuggling it. She reclined her head on the arm of the sofa and let the refreshing scent of cool linen calm her down. The bright white and soft blue light didn't irritate her, she actually found it quite pleasant. Rita would strongly prefer an open, lit room to a dark, confined space. She shuddered, getting creeped out by the thought of having some miserable den. Ritas' eyes shot up to look at Vlad as he said Chaos had died. A small gasp, mixed with a sharp exhale of oxygen could be heard from where she was sitting.

”Oh.....well...at least Luna's alright....” Rita mumbled, turning her face away from Vladimir's gaze and burying it into the fluffy pile. It was odd to see Arrancar, especially Espada, to show such strong emotion over death. Though, Rita had always been an odd one, even when she was vicious. Rita peeked out from behind the pillow, her dark brown eyes staring back at Sharky. ”Yeah, i've been ok. Weird, but ok.” Rita murmured. The only reason she said weird was because she had been noticing her different attitude in the last few days. Rita had received some glares and stares due to the way she acted, mostly from lower-level idiots like the Numero.

She inched out from behind the massive pillow, keeping her eyes on Vlad. Tufts of bright blonde hair hung around her face, disheveled and silky. Her skin still looked soft and glowing, even though two barely noticeable tear streaks stained her cheeks. However, the tears were not brought up by the news of Chaos' death. She had been thinking about her human life, and her memories had been popping up more frequently. Rita didn't like to think about her human life, the events were rather upsetting. She always felts like she was watching through someone elses' eyes, as if it were a clouded movie. Rita felt pain and heartbreak, but quickly hid it as not to inspire curiosity.

”Sharky-kun, do you remember your Huma-” She began to ask solemnly, halting once the tea kettles' whistle cut her off. Rita wanted to know if anyone else remembered the days before becoming a beast. It was a weird form of consolation for her. ”Be right back...” Rita exclaimed, smiling like an innocent child. She placed one hand on the back ridge of the sofa, gripping it tightly. Using pure force, she extended her arm and leaned forward, springing into the air. Her tight grip released, and for a few sweet seconds, she felt weightless. Happy. She felt like flying.

It ended abruptly, her feet swiftly landing back on the ground. Her hips swayed as she walked for to the tea pot, humming a small rockin' beat. Removing two small cups from a nearby table, she sat them on a tray and poured mint tea into each glass. Steam rose off of the liquid's surface, giving off of the sweet scent of mint. As she strode back, Rita began to drift off into her thoughts once again. She angrily thought about her father. If she ever found him again, she'd rip him limb from limb and feed him to the Gillians. As she neared the sunken seating area, she was unaware of the steps. With a tiny shriek, her foot slipped. Her arms held the tea tray high above, as her body hurtled towards the ground.

Ulquiorra appeared into the room in a single sonido appearing right before the female figure and caught the tray the gentle female arrancar had seemed to be quite the cluz to almost drop a tray. He caught the tea cups and the tea back into their original positions not letting a single drop of tea fly out of the cup he caught the female in his other arm, he glanced at the female arrancar for a moment before handing the tray back to her... you dropped this...

He turned to look at vladimir from the corner of his eyes, and then closed his eyes briefly, he had only been passing by when he had seen the girl and that she had been close to falling when he chose to help, he chose to do so only because of the tea, it would have gone to waste other wise. Ulquiorra examined the females face for a moment trying to intercept any traces of emotion in her face, so this was the new octavo? would remain to be seen if they would get along... hopefully better than with some other female`s in las noches... Ulquiorra was ready to leave he had some reports yet to deliver...

Vlad listened to Rita's responses and nodded where appropriate, very interested in what she was saying. He cocked an eyebrow when she said she had been weird, but okay. He made no comment however, and continued to sit in amiable silence. He perked up as she called him that nickname again, and listened to her question, though she cut it short.

He watched her push herself up and off of the couch, smirking at her display,and his eyes followed her as she went over to the area where the tea was brewing. He stood up to take the tray from her when she got to the steps, but was too slow, and she slipped, everything falling.

Vlad was about to move to catch Rita, when out of nowhere Ulquiorra appeared, catching not only Rita, but everything else as well. Vlad stared at him, surprised at his sudden appearance. Vlad nodded at Ulquiorra however, showing both his respect, and appreciation for catching Rita. "Nice catch."